Neal ran out to help the woman and caught her just as she stumbled and almost fell down.
'How long have you been travelling?' he asked her and started to check her for any serious wounds. He found a few, but none of them were going to take her life that moment.
'A long, long time,' she said back and nearly collapsed again in Meathead's hold.
'Do you mind if I give your child to the man next to me? He can hold her until you are sitting down. Don't worry, he will walk with us,' Neal said and started gently taking the child out of the woman's arms.
She protested slightly trying to pull the child back and remain standing at the same time, before realising the benefit and gave the child over almost willingly.
Dom looked at the child who looked back at him with closed eyes. He brushed the hair out of its face with his hand and saw that the would had healed over, it would be near impossible, if not totally impossible for the child to regain its sight again. Dom wondered when it lost it.
Neal however kept on walking and led the mysterious woman over to the infirmary. She was walking with a lot pain, leaning heavily on Neal, and on the odd occasion, looked over to where Dom was and watched him walk with her child in his arms.
Is it just me or is she looking at me really weirdly? Dom asked himself.
No. you are holding her child. What would you expect? And even if she is looking at you oddly it probably is because that is her version of a death glare and she doesn't want you to drop the poor little thing.
Why am I carrying the child anyway?
Because you are too drunk to argue against Neal. Dom hated it when the sensible, other voice in his head (the one not sounding like him), sounded like Kel. It made him think of her and drown himself in his drink again.
Dom watched his footing the whole way to the infirmary. Once there though, he placed the child down next to the woman on the bed and walked off again.
'Where are you going?' Neal called out just as he reached the door. Neal himself had gone to get the things he needed and Dom had sort of hopped that he would have been able to sneak out then.
'I need a drink,' Dom said but didn't turn around. He did jump a mile high into the sky though, when Neal's hand lightly rested on his shoulder. He had thought that Neal was on the other side of the room.
'Kel in your thoughts again?' Neal asked gently, watching Dom's face. Dom in return nodded tightly.
'Help me out. Distract yourself instead of drowning yourself in your sorrow,' Neal
Dom nodded his face still very tight. Neal didn't want to think of the thought that could be going through his cousin's mind at that moment. He was sure that they were always placing the blame on things that Dom could not have changed.
The two men worked in silence. Neal carefully making sure that he was healing the woman right and Dom with his thoughts in other places. It was only half an hour before Neal stopped working on the woman and started on the little child.
'Can you sit back against the bed for me?' Neal asked kindly. The child nodded, obviously afraid on him. The boy looked towards his mother and she smiled slightly at him even though he couldn't see.
'You'll be fine. Just like a big boy,' she told him and internally Neal was thankful. He didn't have to ask if the child was a boy or girl which could have been very bad for all those involved. He placed a hand on the little boys arm and searched around for any main injuries like he had done with the boy's mother. Finding none, Neal turned to the boys eyes.
'Can I put my hand on your face?' he asked gently. For some people who weren't used to it, the hand on their arm was too much. The boy nodded and only slightly flinched when Neal's cold arm was placed over his eyes.
'What's your name?' The boy asked Neal curiously. Unknowingly Neal gave a smile. This little boy reminded him so much of his own little children that he didn't even blink as he gave his name.
'Nealan,' Neal replied
'That's my name as well Sort of. Mummy said that I am Neal but the whole name is meant to be Nealan!' the little boy cried triumphantly. 'No one else where I use to live had that name but they were all mean so I didn't bother asking them, but I knew that they didn't!'
'Really? No one else I know has the same name as me apart from you. I think that the name is special. How could it not be?' Neal replied as Dom coughed in disbelief. 'How did you get the name?'
'Mummy said that I was named after someone from the legend of the Protector of the Small,' Neal (2) said proudly.
'Really?' asked Neal (1. I have to find a way to sepertate them...) looking proud.
'Yep. And she also said that he has the greenest eyes that she has ever seen and that - ' he was broken off by his mother.
'Neal!' she barked and the little boy stopped talking.
'She also says that just like the Neal in the story I talk too much,' he said and fidgeted.
'Sorry, this is going to be a bit itchy for a moment,' Neal apologised. It was two minutes later when Neal removed his hand from the other Neal's face and smiled. 'There is still more to do, but I might be able to let you see again.' After he said this he looked at the mother. She was smiling and looking at him with the greatest thanks. And this is why I heal, he thought to himself.
Dom didn't realise that Neal was done and walked straight into him. 'You alright?' Neal asked him. In the short time that Dom had been helping him he had slowly drifted off even further and was now walking with a sorrowful expression on his face
'Sorry what?' Dom asked him.
Neal looked up in shock. This was the most sober he had seen Dom for ages.
'You are sober,' Neal said.
'Yes. When I said that I needed a drink it was to prevent me from becoming this sober. Unfortunately you stopped that. Now all I have is my sorrow to live on,' he replied and refused to meet Neal's eyes.
'Go get some sleep. If I find you drunk again in the morning, I will make sure that you are stuck on this miserable land for the rest of eternity,' Neal threatened and walked off to get more things for his patient. Dom hung his head down and walked back to his quarters. It didn't even cross his mind that Neal wasn't able to threaten him like that unless he brought a god into it.
'How long have you been travelling?' he asked her and started to check her for any serious wounds. He found a few, but none of them were going to take her life that moment.
'A long, long time,' she said back and nearly collapsed again in Meathead's hold.
'Do you mind if I give your child to the man next to me? He can hold her until you are sitting down. Don't worry, he will walk with us,' Neal said and started gently taking the child out of the woman's arms.
She protested slightly trying to pull the child back and remain standing at the same time, before realising the benefit and gave the child over almost willingly.
Dom looked at the child who looked back at him with closed eyes. He brushed the hair out of its face with his hand and saw that the would had healed over, it would be near impossible, if not totally impossible for the child to regain its sight again. Dom wondered when it lost it.
Neal however kept on walking and led the mysterious woman over to the infirmary. She was walking with a lot pain, leaning heavily on Neal, and on the odd occasion, looked over to where Dom was and watched him walk with her child in his arms.
Is it just me or is she looking at me really weirdly? Dom asked himself.
No. you are holding her child. What would you expect? And even if she is looking at you oddly it probably is because that is her version of a death glare and she doesn't want you to drop the poor little thing.
Why am I carrying the child anyway?
Because you are too drunk to argue against Neal. Dom hated it when the sensible, other voice in his head (the one not sounding like him), sounded like Kel. It made him think of her and drown himself in his drink again.
Dom watched his footing the whole way to the infirmary. Once there though, he placed the child down next to the woman on the bed and walked off again.
'Where are you going?' Neal called out just as he reached the door. Neal himself had gone to get the things he needed and Dom had sort of hopped that he would have been able to sneak out then.
'I need a drink,' Dom said but didn't turn around. He did jump a mile high into the sky though, when Neal's hand lightly rested on his shoulder. He had thought that Neal was on the other side of the room.
'Kel in your thoughts again?' Neal asked gently, watching Dom's face. Dom in return nodded tightly.
'Help me out. Distract yourself instead of drowning yourself in your sorrow,' Neal
Dom nodded his face still very tight. Neal didn't want to think of the thought that could be going through his cousin's mind at that moment. He was sure that they were always placing the blame on things that Dom could not have changed.
The two men worked in silence. Neal carefully making sure that he was healing the woman right and Dom with his thoughts in other places. It was only half an hour before Neal stopped working on the woman and started on the little child.
'Can you sit back against the bed for me?' Neal asked kindly. The child nodded, obviously afraid on him. The boy looked towards his mother and she smiled slightly at him even though he couldn't see.
'You'll be fine. Just like a big boy,' she told him and internally Neal was thankful. He didn't have to ask if the child was a boy or girl which could have been very bad for all those involved. He placed a hand on the little boys arm and searched around for any main injuries like he had done with the boy's mother. Finding none, Neal turned to the boys eyes.
'Can I put my hand on your face?' he asked gently. For some people who weren't used to it, the hand on their arm was too much. The boy nodded and only slightly flinched when Neal's cold arm was placed over his eyes.
'What's your name?' The boy asked Neal curiously. Unknowingly Neal gave a smile. This little boy reminded him so much of his own little children that he didn't even blink as he gave his name.
'Nealan,' Neal replied
'That's my name as well Sort of. Mummy said that I am Neal but the whole name is meant to be Nealan!' the little boy cried triumphantly. 'No one else where I use to live had that name but they were all mean so I didn't bother asking them, but I knew that they didn't!'
'Really? No one else I know has the same name as me apart from you. I think that the name is special. How could it not be?' Neal replied as Dom coughed in disbelief. 'How did you get the name?'
'Mummy said that I was named after someone from the legend of the Protector of the Small,' Neal (2) said proudly.
'Really?' asked Neal (1. I have to find a way to sepertate them...) looking proud.
'Yep. And she also said that he has the greenest eyes that she has ever seen and that - ' he was broken off by his mother.
'Neal!' she barked and the little boy stopped talking.
'She also says that just like the Neal in the story I talk too much,' he said and fidgeted.
'Sorry, this is going to be a bit itchy for a moment,' Neal apologised. It was two minutes later when Neal removed his hand from the other Neal's face and smiled. 'There is still more to do, but I might be able to let you see again.' After he said this he looked at the mother. She was smiling and looking at him with the greatest thanks. And this is why I heal, he thought to himself.
Dom didn't realise that Neal was done and walked straight into him. 'You alright?' Neal asked him. In the short time that Dom had been helping him he had slowly drifted off even further and was now walking with a sorrowful expression on his face
'Sorry what?' Dom asked him.
Neal looked up in shock. This was the most sober he had seen Dom for ages.
'You are sober,' Neal said.
'Yes. When I said that I needed a drink it was to prevent me from becoming this sober. Unfortunately you stopped that. Now all I have is my sorrow to live on,' he replied and refused to meet Neal's eyes.
'Go get some sleep. If I find you drunk again in the morning, I will make sure that you are stuck on this miserable land for the rest of eternity,' Neal threatened and walked off to get more things for his patient. Dom hung his head down and walked back to his quarters. It didn't even cross his mind that Neal wasn't able to threaten him like that unless he brought a god into it.